Lucifer landed extremely carefully on the balcony of the penthouse with his Ella bridal-style in his arms. Both were in absolute bliss because they were now Mr. and Mrs. Morningstar. Even from outside on the terrace, the Devil noticed that something had changed in his sanctuary. He carried Ella across the threshold, and both watched breathlessly at what had changed. The furniture was gone except for a brand-new white concert piano and the bar with bottles, but this one had also taken on a much lighter color. The whole room seemed to have turned into a kind of Bedouin tent but of a soft beige, almost sand-colored, with a multitude of pleasantly comfortable pillows, a multitude of flowers, and a large coffee table with all sorts of delicacies and a few ice buckets filled with obscenely expensive bottles of wine and champagne. Dozens of candles illuminated the romantic scene. For poor Ella, the whole day had been enormously emotional. She had already shed a lot of tears. Alexander and Samantha, who had welcomed her as Mom, and Trixie, who had chosen her as Grandma, being elevated to Archangel—it was almost too much. And now this: it had Sam and Alex's fingerprints all over it. For Ella, the thought that Sam and Alex had taken time away from their absurdly busy schedule that day, a day that was also supposed to be their biggest day, to think about them was almost too much. They walked around the big room for a while until they saw a letter on the grand piano. She looked at Lucifer, who said with a soft smile:
"I think that one is meant for you, darling."
She took hold of the elegant envelope and clearly saw Alex's handwriting written with his favorite fountain pen:
"Dear Mom, when I heard that Dad and you wanted to spend your wedding night at the penthouse, it didn't sit well with me. The last time we were all gathered there, so much misery surfaced that I could not bring myself to let you spend this special night in that environment. Therefore I have taken the liberty of manifesting a small piece of a favorite book of mine, Thousand and One Nights. As you can see, the living space is equipped with enough soft material for you to cuddle (if it becomes more than cuddling, then I absolutely don't want to know about it, ever! Eeeuw). The piano, I guess Dad knows what to do with that. I also changed the bedroom a bit and got rid of most of his toys as inappropriate on a wedding night (what you do with the rest I don't want to know, eeeuw). In the closet you can find some clothes in the style of Scheherazade; who knows, it will provide inspiration."
The letter was signed with
"Enjoy Samantha Dea and Alexander Dei"
Swiftly, the two went into the bedroom that looked utterly different from his previous playroom. His dark bed had given way to a four-poster bed of the same soft white color drapes with a discreet golden thread woven in it. Ella began to cry softly and asked Lucifer softly, as if afraid of being rejected:
"Lu, love, can we please keep the bedroom like this? I think it's perfect for us. The Lightbringer and Mrs. Lightbringer."
He laughed out loud and said:
"Mrs. Lightbringer I think that's perfect, and for you, darling, anything you want. I must admit those two kids of ours have damn good taste."
He led her back to the living room and asked:
"How about a glass of this decadently expensive champagne, and then I can try out that new piano?"
Ella didn't know how quickly she had to agree. Each with champagne in a seemingly incredibly expensive Venetian crystal glass, they sat down on the bench by the piano. Lucifer tried a few notes, and, to his satisfaction, the instrument seemed to be perfectly in tune. He closed his eyes and thought he could play something that would please her to the max and take her back to an absolutely wonderful evening.
My lover's got humor
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
"We were born sick", you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The only Heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
A-, Amen, Amen, Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Even before Lucifer had played the last note and sung the last word, Ella lay with her head on his shoulder, crying softly, but this time they were tears of pure happiness. She kissed him softly on the cheek and said mischievously:
"Love, let us take some of those expensive bottles of your son, our son, and disappear into the bedroom and not emerge for the next few hours, after which we can consecrate the rest of this wonderful gift."
The Devil got a wide smile around the mouth, stood up, took her back bridal style in his arms, and said:
"That's the best idea I've heard all day, darling..."